i don't know what it is

Finally for today this is the extract I promised from the current evolving set of notes.

extract

hear the song like it's after a rain shower. new texture light and colour. swear it wasn't there before

dirt and imperfections. dust. places you can't clean never see or get dirty easily

brought in off your shoes from outside

short square semis fat and ingenuous across from victorian terraces. upper windows truncated by the eaves of the tall roofs. and stretching further back than you expect. almost alien the more you look at them

just realised two days ago the rhythm i use when i write poetry isn't an attempt to loosen metrics by use of anapests but it's born from the heartbeat. fundamental. primal

the semis. their shape seems oval. bland - spacious

two recording studios in two different films. sympathy for the devil. big space passively filmed. still neutral design-y colours of the sound booth walls. and on the edge. documentary on the music for grizzly man. much the same in a smaller space. more involved filming - or more involved with the people. in sympathy in the studio the architecture the decor is central